Neighbors Become Households

Hany

Eps. 13

"Emm I mean, did you come to my room with me? I scared?"

Inside room.

Because the sound of lightning that never goes away it becomes more and more so, Arga could not bear if he had to leave Jihan alone in the room, moreover, he had seen if the wife was very frightened by the sound of lightning that echoed.

Arga decided to sleep in the same room. After all, the rain was even more heavy making his mother and father not go home and choose to spend the night at Jihan's mother's house.

"Have entered the room, Nim. Why are you still holding my shirt? Don't want to let go huh?" Arga said after arriving at the room.

"Ohh sorry, I don't think I went in that room yet, hehe. Sorry, but" he said nervously.

"It's okay, it's up to the bed."

Show Arga on a medium-sized spring bed that would fit two people but a little tight.

"I-iya mas," said Jihan hesitated. "Mas Arga don't go anywhere, yeah. Don't stay with me!" Reciprocity.

Arga was still standing in his place while Jihan had moved up onto the bed.

"No, I'm waiting for you here. Don'tbeafraid. I won't cross the line and won't do anything that doesn't" he smiled.

At first glance Jihan had forgotten her grief, because the presence of Arga who always accompanied by her side, Jihan felt comfortable and protected.

"Well then, you sleep in the bed I'm with you sitting here, wait for you to sleep then I move to the sofa there," pointed Arga in the corner of the room with a long sofa.

The girl laid her body, turned her back to Arga who was sitting under the bed while reading a book, whether the book is titled, but Arga looks so focused when reading.

Arga glances at Jihan, noticing when Jihan is not covered. Arga was moved to envelop Jihan's body. Jihan looked at Arga.

"Wear the blanket, it's cold" said Arga, smiling.

After that, Arga continued reading the book. Jihan is still difficult to shut down, several times he squirms and changes his sleeping position. Plus the sound of lightning that is sometimes still heard makes it difficult to close your eyes.

"Why haven't you slept yet, Nim? Not comfortable?" Arga asked when he noticed that his wife could not move.

"I-I'm a little scared of you." Jihan turned her body towards Arga.

"There I'm not here to be afraid, usually at home when it's raining like this what can make you so calm, hmm?" Ask Arga.

Jihan recalled the memories of her father, her eyes staring blankly straight, saying.

"Dad, usually I will accompany you to sleep in bed while stroking my head."

Arga so the initiative he put his book back on the table, then went up to the bed next to Jihan lying down.

"Mass? Want what?" Ask Jihan.

"Can I change father's position to accompany you here? Promise, will do nothing but sleep" Arga's words just made Jihan's heart tremble. It was as if there was a haru feeling infiltrating his heart.

"Thank you, I believe the same, mas" there is no other word that Jihan can say other than thank you and continue to thank you.

Then Arga brought his wife's body to lie down together on the bed. With Arga's arms used as a cushion for Jihan's head, while Jihan's body embraced Arga.

"That's okay, right?" Ask Arga to make sure.

"But don't macem yet!" Pinta Jihan's.

"Yes macem-macem dong already husband and wife want to do again," seductive Arga his ignorant nature began again.

Jihan's reflex hit Arga's chest a little hard to make the owner of the body frown in pain. Jihan slightly distanced her body from Arga while crossing her hands to her chest formed a defense.

"Haha, you're fierce too, huh? My chest until it hurts you hit."

"Let's go, Mas promised earlier," he said.

"Yes-yes I'm sorry, just kidding. Here approaching again hear the lightning still sounds.''

Jihan put up a good ear to hear, it is true that the sound of lightning still rumbles. Hurriedly Jihan approached Arga's body.

Arga grabbed the wife's body and brought her back in the arms. ''Relax, I will not do that. Before you surrender yourself sincerely, sleep well I will not go anywhere, "Arga stroked the head of Jihan.

"I-iya mas, thank you for understanding," Jihan smiled.

Arga could feel if the wife was smiling even though their faces were not looking at each other.

Almost twenty minutes Jihan and Arga were in such a position, yet still awkward. Moreover, Arga who looks to be holding back desperately something that began to stir.

"Mas Arga knows no?" Jihan spoke up when she felt like she couldn't sleep.

"Not sleeping either, Nim? I thought I had, Arga breathed a heavy breath.

Jihan raised her head, looking at Arga's face.

"Can't sleep yet, can I tell you a story?"

"What story do you want?" Asked Arga, while slightly loosening his embrace.

"About what mas, do you want to hear it or not?"

Arga stared at the bead with those brownish eyeballs, "Please if it makes you better" Arga smiled.

"Thank you, but Arga knows?"

"I don't know, Nim. You haven't spoken yet," Arga cut off Jihan's words.

"I have not finished speaking yet. Oya before it could not, mas Arga changed my nickname. Don't call Nim Nim like that, I'm a little weird."

"Hahhaa, what do you want to call? Hmm?"

"Just turn it off, like everyone else."

"But it's kind of stuck in my tongue, just change the others, yeah. Different from others."

Adjourning what the hell mas, you just say my name instead of eating my name.

"You have no idea what to call it?" Ask Arga.

Jihan shook her head, "It's up to Arga."

"What if Hany? Kan Jihan added the letter y, so just means honey is sweet like the person, hehe. How's it?"

''That honey mas,'' Jihan put on a flat face.

''Just like Han, Hany. Wihh cool too huh, haha,'' Arga laughed. The wife's face looked pouted.

"Ahh don't want to be any stranger than, Nim. I don't agree."

"Who do you want to call? Darling?" Arga brought his face closer.

"That's it," Jihan looked blushed, plus Arga's face was so close to her.

As tight as a mas, do not get close can not. His inner.

"Cock quiet? How's Hany or honey?" Ask Arga back. Intentionally teasing Jihan with a sweet speech. For Arga to see Jihan's blushed face was a very adorable thing.

"If dear is a bit strange again mas, embarrassed mas. The husband and wife call her dear darling.''

Instantly Arga put on a face of confusion, the friendly atmosphere created was just lost because of the innocence of the wife.

Jihan is indeed a strange girl, her name is married wife continues to be called what else? Arga astonishment.

"Saying it was up to you, but I called it so it was still not suitable, indeed the woman was the most complicated creature," Arga said with a flat face.

"Hehe, I'm also confused mas."

"When do you choose one, Hany or darling?" Ask Arga.

"Juhan why the hell?"

"My tongue doesn't call me that."

"This Arga, just Hany. Think of it coolly, hehe, "the first time Jihan laughed cheerfully since her last cry. Arga was a little calmer seeing Jihan's cheerful face slowly start to radiate back.

"Okay, Hany." Arga smile.

Degg Jihan's heart rippled, feeling something a different sensation that came out of nowhere carried what purpose. Hearing Arga call him by the name of Hany as if there was a deep implied impression in his new call.

Jihan and Arga looked at each other. Then Arga said,

''But I'd rather call you baby.''

Jihan no longer knows with the way of thinking Arga, ''It's up to you to call what, I like everything, ''' he replied smiling. It is better to give up than this nickname business is not finished, Jihan thought.

''You are truly adorable, '' said Arga as she stroked Jihan's cheek.

"Oiya, I wonder, why are you called Nim? What does that mean?" Ask Arga.

"My name is Jihanim Miranda, my father and mother who like to call me Hanim, so keep it up until now."

"Ohh so yes," said Arga.

Arga slightly rolled his eyes, thinking why he also called Nim, "Haha if that's actually I don't know your real name, I follow him to call Nim Nim. You see, mom and dad often call you that," he replied.

Jihan stared flat at Arga, "ohh so the story is plagiarized, huh?"

"What other?"

"Yes, call it that." Answer Jihan briefly. Jihan shook her body to get a comfortable sleeping position.

"Hany," Arga put on a flat face. "Just don't move too much, move you it could harm us."

Arga felt a hard feeling he could endure if Jihan continued to move. He was afraid that if Jihan could not stay still, Arga would do more.

"Why is it a mas?" Ask him plain.

"That's why you don't move much, yeah. It's been a night we better get some sleep," asked Arga.

"Loh mas but I want a story,." Jihan's words were cut off.

"Tomorrow, it's night. The lightning sound was too loud. I can't hear clearly, ayoo sleep." Arga grabbed Jihan's body and hugged her tightly so that the girl could not move as she wished. Because Arga is worried if he can't control himself.

"I'm going to sleep next time. Good evening thank you," said Jihan Lirih.

At a glance he looked up at Arga, it turned out that Arga had closed his eyes. Arga may be exhausted.

Warm in the arms of the husband makes Jihan carried away by the atmosphere of a cold night but she feels warm and safe in the arms of the Arga mas.

Next morning.

Faintly heard the sound of the cock crowing, the raindrops began to subside. Only droplets of water droplets were left that flowed from the branches and branches of trees that fell to the ground.

Arga and Jihan were still not out of the room, they were still comfortable hugging each other. Being in the most comfortable position like that overnight makes both of them still drift in dreamland.

Although it feels in the hands of Arga achy and a little tingling due to being a sleeping pad of the wife, but does not make Arga give up. As long as the wife can sleep well then it is not a problem for her.

The door of the house is open, seen Bu Nur and Mr. Toha have returned from the house Jihan. The clock shows at half-eight in the morning, coincidentally it is a holiday. No tap if Arga's room door is still closed.

"Papa went into the room first to clean the body, yes. Mama wants to see Arga first," said Bu Nur to the husband.

But Mr. Toha blocked the hand of the wife, "wait ma first! Don't bother Arga not alone in the room."

The confused face still ruled Bu Nur. He still does not understand, or maybe he actually forgot if Arga has now married.

"Aiisshh this mama, Arga already has a wife. Let them sleep longer, don't wake up."

A glimpse of the image of his daughter-in-law's face flashed through Bu Nur's mind. Highlight his eyes sparkling, "oiyaa mama forgot mama forgot, mama already has a ghost now. My son already has a wife. Mama forgot pa. Mama forgot, "Mum Nur is fussing himself.

"Maa, slow down the noise don't be noisy. Later they were disturbed, it was raining heavily last night so surely they need a lot of time to rest." Mr. Toha calms the wife.

"Mama's very happy, papa's right. It's raining hard to do anything else if not do that" smiled ignorantly.

Mr. Toha shook his head, My wife is really ignorant. His inner.

"Well mama does not bother, papa has gone to bathe there, mama wants to cook," Bu nur expel to the husband. But that's just an excuse.

"Yes, go to the room first." Then Mr. Toha left his wife.

After the departure of the husband to the room, Bu Nur continued his ignorant action slowly he settles down the road to the door of Arga's room which is still tightly closed.

Then Bu Nur began to bring his ears closer to the door, in order to eavesdrop on what sounds he could catch in there.

He stood there for a long time but never got what he wanted to hear.

"What are they doing? How can you be silent, there is no sound?"

Bu Nur is still loyal to bediri in that position and still has good hearing.

"Ckk, do they want to take on parents? From now on I don't make a sound, anyway," Started to get upset.

What do you want to hear, ohh Madame Nurul? Author says.

Not long ago grieving suddenly heard the sound of open door algae. Bu Nur gradually immediately distanced himself from the door with a look of panic like a thief who was caught red-handed.

Ceklekk door open, featuring the figure of Jihan with a fresh face and do not forget the sweet morning smile.

Jihan followed the surprise when she found the in-laws standing in front of the door of Arga's room.

"Mama's home? From when?" Ask jihan.

"Aa-aa yes, son, it's been since. Hehe," Bu Nur laughed awkwardly to dispel the panic.

Jihan noticed the gels of the in-laws who felt a little strange.

"Why again at the door?" Ask Jihan.

Panic, the look of a panicked face is increasingly clearly drawn on the face of Bu nur. "Emm it's mama-mama again looking for the keys to mama's room. Yes, it seemed to fall here," Bu nur picked up an alibi while looking for a key. Around there is nothing.

"Where are you? Mama dropped it around here, mama remembers."

Jihan's view also looks for the key in question, "i helped find ma."

Jihan also squatted her body to find the key, who knows there is under a place that can not be reached by the vision of her mother-in-law.

Soon Arga came out of the room, "what are you looking for?"

Duh Arga came out again, this mama can't. I know the song is spitting. Batin Bu nur's.

"This is my mom, looking for the room key. Said it fell around here. So I'm helping you find."

"Lock room?" Arga scrunched his forehead in wonder. Then he looked at his mother with an intimidating look.

Mama who got such a suspicious look understood that the son did not believe the reason. Unlike Jihan who innocently believed that reason.

Mama must be doing it again, impossible lock the room until she drops it. Inner Arga.

Jihan was still busy looking, before long papa came.

"Ma, papa's been taking a shower. Mama's turn to change clothes there, papa rest in the room just finished breakfast."

Duh papa why come along too? I knew my mom was lying.

"Loh, mama said the keys to her room fell down here, papa's done taking a shower. What does this mean, huh?" Jihan asked full of question marks. Still not understanding the real situation.

Papa and Mama looked at each other, the other confused what was really happening while the other was anxious to hope the husband did not say more. Or not, the lie will be exposed.

Huh really extreme, must keep the image, yes keep the image. His inner.

Arga shook his head, "my wife is too innocent, pity that every day is deceived like this," Says softly while patting her tongue.

Bu Nur looks just laughing awkwardly.

"This is what the hell? What did you miss?" One question has not been answered and now one more confused person joined.

"Hehe,," Bu Nur only responded with an awkward laugh again.

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Now Jihan was in the kitchen, struggling with all the cooking utensils. Her first experience was cooking in someone else's home and cooking for a new family member.

Jihan is still focused on cooking the usual breakfast menu at home. After ordering the plan, Jihan will go home to her mother's house to see her condition and wait for food.

"Hmm the smell of mama's mama's mama's cooking" said Bu Nur.

Who knows when suddenly was right behind Jihan. To make the girl shocked.

"Ehh mama made a surprise," replied Jihan.

"Haha, sorry I didn't mean it. Cook what, baby?"

"This is ma, regular breakfast kayak that is often eaten at home mother. I don't know papa mama as well as Arga likes or doesn't like it, I hope you like it."

"Ohh must love dear, if that makes your mother's ghost." Bu nur smiled.

Bu Nur noticed how to cook Jihan who looks good, calm heart Bu nur see the scenery in front of him. Like seeing an angel who wakes up early to make breakfast.

"Don't like to cook, baby?"

"Yes, I like it. Usually my dad is the one who accompanied me. We often cook together," Jihan's face turned sad. When remembering about the late father.

"Don't be sad baby, you still have us. If you miss you, there will be a papa now. Don't feel alone, yeah," Miss Nur gave a small peck on Jihan's forehead.

Family members gathered at the dinner table. Arga looks fresh after cleaning his body. There is also the papa who looks very cheerful because since just now put a smile that does not fade.

"Please eat everything," Jihan invited after finishing arranging dishes containing breakfast that only the aroma was appetizing.

"My smart cook yeah, it smells great." Praise papa.

"Thank you, Pa. Here Jihan get rice yes," her hands moved to take the plate of the in-law but stopped.

"No son, you have a husband. So serve your husband first.''

seriate....